Summary

“Do you know what you are here for?”

Jesse scratched behind his ear, a little thrown. This, right here, was why Jesse fucking hated going undercover. Talk, talk, talk. Usually, Jesse got bored very quickly, and when Jesse got bored, his trigger finger tended to get itchy. Besides, they’d confiscated his goddamned gun. That was a downright depressing thing to do to a man, that was.

“I’m here as hired muscle, yeah?”

“Yes,” Hanzo said disdainfully. “‘Hired muscle’. What do you know about me?”